I tried to cheat on this blog with a tumblr blog, but it just wasn't working out. The confines of this posting template are just too comforting after the ten years of (uneven) use.
I've recently had a spate of digestive distress, mostly stemming from my short road trip with my friend Rosie. I delighted in showing her the wonderful awesomeosity of weirdo Wisconsin, and I think that a good time was had by all. Having eaten solely restaurant food for the weekend, and the week preceeding it was not smile-times for mah guts. I am feeling better, thanks.
Aside: WTF is Janeane Garafalo doing on 24? Why am I WATCHING 24??
We have booked tickets to London in October (the rates are phenomenal right now. I highly urge you to book if you have the funds), and I am Lizzing with excitement. It cannot get here soon enough. We're trying to figure out where to go for the last few days, possibly Amsterdam, possibly Prague, possibly several other places. I would move to Europe in a heartbeat if given the chance. Maybe someday, even if for just an extended vacation.
A few weeks back, Aaron and I went on a cleaning tear, and I ran across a letter that I wrote in my youth. It is as follows:
September 10, 1989
Dear MTV people.
I am getting sick of the same videos every hours. Play some old stuff like Duran Duran. Just because they are not that popular doesn't mean you can't play their videos.
I am a really big fan of their, and would like to see more of them!
A disgusted fan, Jenny Haffner
P.S. Adam Curry - Nice Hair! (I am being sarcastic)
Aaron wanted to frame this for display, but instead it is just hanging from the magnet board.
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After brunch at Cleo's this morning, which was deliciously large, we went over to Permanent Records. I cannot remember the last time I was in an actual record store, which is kind of sad. I picked up the newest Dianogah, The Coctails - Peel, since I can't find my copy, and Matador's 3-disc 10th anniversary set, which has a ton of good shit on it. Score!
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I think I am going to walk around and take pictures, or try to convinced Aaron to go to the MCA with me. We shall have good times, never you fear.
